The Faded Apartment

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The gavel was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a heavy iron thing that bit into his palm and made his fingers tremble against the velvet tablecloth. He stood at the center of the Guild Hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted lamb and stale beer, while the Guild Master looked at him with eyes that were half in shadow. Elias wanted to crush Julian Vane, who sat three tables away with a glass of...

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